Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.